A poem by Önder ÇOLAKOĞLU
[ gtranslate] You Smell of Freedom As You Cry My helianthus flowers that reared upI am yielded to your cryRuined cities are bile green The bloodbath of foals isn’t made an entry into the booksThey are buried in a fragile timeRivers whose criminal record is seen It takes shelter in a foam that leafed out from the skyUnrest. the truth […]
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